Claimed By All Three (BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Menage) (2 page)

The area I found myself in was about as un-house-like as I could have imagined. I’d gone from a cozy hunting cabin in the woods to a full-on cave, neatly tucked away behind a rushing waterfall. I’d marveled at the greenness of the trees, stood staring at the shimmering rainbow refraction of the water in the moonlight, and gaped at the way the area seemed so
alive
in a way I’d never noticed before. But all along, an old fear tumbled around in my head:
what if they just brought you out all this way to kill you, rape you, or worse? What if they only delved this far into the forest so no one would hear your screams?

Swallowing the scream in my throat, I pressed on. As they neared the cave, the bears disappeared, sulking off into the woods out of sight. In their place came two men, at a timing too coincidental to be chance.
Did they really just…?
I pushed back the thoughts for now. I had to focus on staying alive.

The cave had a strange, homey feel to it, which was something I was not used to feeling about caves. Sure, it was a bit cool and sounds of nature and the roaring waterfall echoed outside, but a fire crackled merrily and I could make out the outlines of stars through a chimney in the ceiling. Putting aside that I’d run off with not one but three handsome men that may or may not be able to turn into bears, it was a welcome respite from the recent chaos.

I sat on the dirt-packed ground near the fire and leaned back, taking in the scene around her. It was beautiful, in its own way. As my thoughts drifted back to my father, the man that had approached me at the cabin spoke.

“It’s time you learned the truth about your heritage, Harper.”

“My…heritage?” I started, still not paying much attention. The flickering of the flames and the cool silence of the night sky above had lured me into an almost hypnotic sense of safety and calm, even in the presence of three bear-men.

“Your father, Evan Stone, was one of us once. He was a great leader to us all. He was, Harper…a werebear.”

my eyes widened as the pieces clicked together in my head. All the strange behaviors I’d seen in him throughout the years…the disappearances…the “hunting trips”…they hadn’t been hunting trips at all. He’d lived a secret double life, right under my nose, and I’d never even known it. Part of me riled in anger, wondering why he’d never shared that part of himself with me, his own daughter.

“He wanted to tell you, you know.” Bran came nearer, putting a large hand on my shoulder and sending shivers up my spine. I was sitting right next to the fire, but I suddenly felt tingly to his touch, and if the clenching between my thighs was any indication, I wanted more than just a comforting hand.

“People don’t readily accept…people like us,” Bran continued, kneeling down next to me so their eyes met. “We have to be safe.”

“Does that mean you are…”

“A werebear, Harper, that is correct. So are my brothers. So was your father. Able to shift into a bear at will. But the Bear inside us all has needs, too, you know. We live a double life, as your father often did, balancing the needs of man and bear.”

I shook my head, looking up at Bran and the men gathering around me. A strained chuckle crossed my lips, echoing off the cave walls.  “This is all crazy…people can’t just turn into bears. Do you, like, eat fish and stuff too? Is that why the whole cave setup?”

“We are bears,” said Bran solemnly, motioning to his brothers on either side of them. They were coming nearer to me now, flanking me, and if the flames were already hot enough, the presence of two more devilishly handsome (and by the way, nude) men were not doing anything to help. “But we are also men.”

Bran reached out, putting a gentle hand to My chin. I looked up at him wide-eyed, transfixed by his golden stare. “You’re a werebear, too, Harper. I smell it in your blood.”

“W-what…?” I mouthed, gaping at him. “But I’ve never…”

“Had the urge to run wild and free? Wanted to take down a running animal with your teeth and claws? Felt that there simply had to be
more
to life? Here it is, Harper.”

Oxygen was coming in short gasps through my windpipe, and I doubled over as I struggled to take in the new information. I’d always felt a little different, a little big boned, a little too rebellious – but this?

“Show me,” I said finally, my eyes streaked with fresh tears. “How will I know you’re telling the truth?”

In unison, the three men surrounding me backed away, giving me and themselves each a wide berth. What happened next was almost more than my eyes could believe. With a throaty growl that sent shocks straight to my clit, the men began to
change
. Hair sprouted over their normally built bodies, limbs morphed and grew, and backs bent under the weight of the transformation. It looked almost painful, but there was a bold kind of reverence as I watched them, as well.

I thought I would have been scared, watching three men turn into bears right in front of me. But it was something much more powerful than that, almost spiritual, as their bodies morphed and changed into their true forms. Something within me, a tiny voice I’d never noticed or acknowledged before, told me that this was what I was meant to do, too. This was right. This was my people.

As the moon rose high in the sky and beamed its cool radiance down into the cave, I found myself surrounded by not three men, but three bears.

Werebears
, I corrected myself.

They approached me slowly, their warm muzzles rubbing against my goosebumped flesh. I looked into Bran’s eyes, seeing the same conviction, curiosity, and was that even…desire? My mind reeled as the bears closed in. I should have been scared. I should have been running for my life.

But I never did what I was told anyway.

Every cell in my body seemed to sing at the presence of the bears around me, skin pulling and tugging as I felt a gnawing in my chest. Something in there was trying to
get out
. It should have been crazy, and maybe it was, but I felt for the first time something inside of me telling me this was finally where I belonged.

But could these three bears – these three
brothers
– ever come to accept me? Even if they said I was one of them, surely there were others as well. Some kind of pack ordering, perhaps. They were being nice in memory of my father, but there was no way they’d actually want to be with me
like that
. Besides, there were three of them, and one of me. It would be unfair to choose…

Unless…

“We like you, Harper,” started Bran, slowly morphing back to human as he did so. Fur and teeth retracted, he straightened, and he was a rock solid mass of man all over again. His statement was backed up by something else rock solid, too: his cock stood at attention, pointing toward the sky as he stared into my eyes.

“We like you a lot,” continued the other man to my left. “I’m Aaron, by the way.”

“We’ve been thinking,” said the third man tentatively, sticking out his hand. I shook it dazedly. “I’m Jack.”

“There’s another option, you know,” said Bran. They were surrounding me, the heat from their skin enveloping my senses. It was intoxicating. I felt a rush of wetness seeping between my legs, breath escaping me with a gasp.
I couldn’t be getting aroused, not now…

“If you really doubt the truth of your heritage, Harper – there’s a way we can show you.” Bran was so close to my neck now, his breath hot against my flushed skin as he snaked his arms around my waist. Breath hitching, my cheeks burned red as my pussy throbbed.
Was I really going to go through with this?

At the same time, Jack reached around to move his strong hands down my shaking arms, his yellow eyes boring deep into my own.

“Let us awaken your beast, Harper. Let us show you what you really are.”

I tried to find the words to speak as I felt the wandering hands of men and bear all over me. Every cell was on high alert, tingling with desire and need at their touch. The “beast”, they’d said. Only now did I realize what they’d meant.
I was a werebear, deep inside. Same as my father. Same as them.
A driving passion burned within me, and it was not only my bear that needed attention after so long asleep, but me as well.

I was no stranger to sex, but three men at once? I’d never been quite so adventurous, except in my midnight fantasies. Now it looked like it was going to happen, and with such gorgeous specimens, I was sure I had to have been dreaming. Somehow the news of werebears hadn’t frightened me. Any rational woman would be scared and confused that there existed men (
and women
, I reminded myself) that could turn into bears. But being around these men had awakened something within me, and it was a realization of a feeling I’d never put name to.
I was a werebear, and tonight I would mate with all three of them at once.

A lusty growl escaping my throat, I leaned my head back, sinking deeper into Bran’s embrace as he lowered his lips to my neck, nibbling and suckling at the tender skin there. A sharp gasp later, I was seeing stars as his practiced lips teased me in all the right places. They’d barely touched me, and already I felt positively on fire. The throbbing in my core would not be able to wait long.

On second thought, neither would my bear
.

All three of them now had joined me in earnest, hands and mouths roaming to and fro so fast I closed my eyes and forgot who was who. A symphony of sensation racked my very being, and I was just along for the ride. I felt like putty in their arms, ready to mold and melt under their every touch, their every whim. Mewling whimpers rang out with wild abandon, and when a hot, needy mouth closed over mine, I almost came then and there.

The lips were both tender and urgent at the same time, stoking the flame in my core and causing me to nearly sob with need.
Oh, if they only knew what they were doing to me
. His tongue pressed for entrance at my lips and I swiped my tongue back at him, the dancing of their flesh setting off new chain reactions of pleasure that danced all the way down my spine. Their lips and tongues fought for dominance in a sensual dance for the ages, and as they devoured one another, hands began undoing the buttons on my shirt.

Oh, so this was really happening, then.

Taking a hand, I ripped the fragile cloth away myself, exposing myself to the cool air. Sharp intakes of breath filled the air as my perky breasts and sumptuous curves were on full display.
Yeah, let them get a load of that.

Within seconds, hands had descending upon my full breasts, squeezing and kneading them gently at first. “God, you have such nice breasts. The perfect size.”

my nipples stiffened in the cave air, and the fire near them was doing nothing to quench the shivers down my spine.
I needed them fast. I needed them now
. Fingers felt over my peaks at the same time as another hand gripped my buttocks. I squeaked, backing up into the hand.
Yes, more
.

“You’ll get what you came for, little bear. Just you wait.”

A thrill of excitement and recognition flowed through me as my ears processed the words.
They’d called me  a bear
. The feeling was almost enough to send me over the edge, and the clawing feeling at my chest was nearly too much to bear. It wouldn’t be long before my bear demanded release. I only hoped I could take them all first.

With a flourish, my bottoms were pulled away, and there I was, nude amongst three werebears. I’d always been a bit self-conscious about my curves, and human men had never seemed to give them much attention. But these men…these
bears
…were something else entirely.

“Bears love a good healthy female. Your curves are perfect…perfect for cubs, too.”

my heart skipped a beat.
Cubs?
My mind flitted through the possibilities as quickly as possible.
Cubs?
If I was truly a werebear, and so were they, that meant…if I ever had children, they’d likely be cubs too
.
The thought warmed my heart, and I felt a deep instinct wanting to give myself over to them right then. I’d heard of mother’s instincts, but this was nuts.

My core still on fire, I moaned in joy as my most private parts were exposed to the air. The gentle breeze did a slow, tantalizing dance against my clit, making me tense and release before anyone had even started touching me.

“Please,” I gasped between kisses and touches and grabbing. My hands were busy as well, reveling in the feeling of the naked bodies against my skin, feeling the heat of aroused flesh, and sating the carnal desires that had been inside me for so long.
I was a bear, an animal, and I was going to fuck like one too.

“Please, I need you inside of me. All of you. I can’t take it anymore, I – “ Before I could finish, I felt the dripping head of a hot, throbbing cock at the entrance to my pouty lips.

“Not yet, pretty little bear.”

Melting a little more, I gave it a tentative lick at the base, treating him like my own personal ice cream cone.
Delicious
. He had a manly, musky smell and the taste was something else altogether. And I could not deny the way my thighs clenched when I felt that hard cock tense in my mouth and its owner groan with pleasure.

“Damn, Harper, we should have come to get you sooner.” Jack’s hands wove through my hair as I took him deeper, opening my mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his considerable girth. He was the largest man I’d ever blown, but boy was I loving it. I relished the feeling of my mouth being so full of cock, nearly suffocating on it, and I knew that soon I’d be full of cock in more delicious ways, as well…

With the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat, I moaned, letting him in a little deeper. This caused quite the reaction from Jack, a guttural growl emerging as he pushed himself into me. “Fuck, Harper, fuck…” he painted breathlessly as I continued to suck up and down his length, using his cock as my playtoy. With a final thrust and a groan, he shoved himself down my throat, my eyes wide and watering as his hot, creamy seed spewed forth. Smiling, I swallowed the lot, staring up at him with lustful eyes. This was only the beginning.

While I had been having fun with Jack’s cock in my mouth, Bran had been searching out another prize: my sweet, dripping pussy. His head was low now, his breath hot on my most sensitive areas.
Oh God, he was going to…

But it didn’t come. Bran’s tongue and teeth lashed out and nipped at every available area. He roamed up and down my thighs, burying his nose in the curls covering my mound, and licking deliberately around my labia, taking care not to actually lick the one area I needed pleased most.

I felt weak in the knees, feeling as if I would fall over under the weight of all the sensations overcoming me. The cave was too hot, there were too many hands and mouths and cocks…but at the same time, not enough
. Never enough.

As Bran continued his torturous descent, I felt another growl rising in my throat. This time I didn’t hold back. Letting out a full roar, I grabbed Bran by the hair, shoving him deeper into my pussy, demanding that I be pleased. My bear was hungry, and so was I. They weren’t the only ones that could call the shots around here.

Bran’s eyes widened in surprise as I took hold of him, but after the initial shock he seemed more into it than ever before. Jack held me up, hands digging into my breasts as Bran launched an unparalleled assault on my clit. I bucked and bellowed like a banshee. His tongue lapped at me like a musician expertly plays an instrument, and it was as if switches all over my body were being turned to on, on,
on
. The throbbing went deeper than just through my pussy now. It was spreading out in all directions, seeping down to my toes and up to the top of my head.

I felt drunk, floating in an ocean of pain and pleasure and need as he lapped at my bud once, twice, thrice more. When he gathered the sensitive flesh in his mouth and sucked, I came undone. The universe shattered around me, each little fragment shining and tingling with joy as my cells sang in triumph. I felt a victorious roaring deep within my chest, telling me it was almost time.
Could I really shift?

But there was no time for relaxing. Before the aftershocks were even gone and I had floated back down to reality, there was one cock in my hand and one pressing against the swollen, throbbing flesh of my pussy. I looked at them, wide-eyed and hoping. My bear wanted it, and so did I. “Take me,” I said simply, with such conviction there could be no denying it.

That was all the encouragement Bran needed, and with a single heated push, his huge cock speared my folds as I cried out in joy. I’d only just begun to come down from my own orgasm, and here was a new and more interesting sensation to drive me up the wall all over again.

Bran was large. Almost uncomfortably so. It took me a moment to stop my world from spinning and adjust to the huge cock now inside of me.
Of course they’d all have huge cocks
, I chuckled to myself.
If this was all a dream
, I thought wearily to myself,
it might as well be a good one
. After a moment, I began to relish the feeling of him inside of me. It no longer felt like a foreign intruder. It almost felt like…home.

I’d never felt so filled before, and after taking a man like Bran, I wasn’t sure I could be satisfied with a human man again. Werebears were known to be fierce lovers, and these three were no exception.

The cock in my hand tensed in response to my ministrations, bringing me out of my reverie for just enough time to give him the focus he needed. As I began to stroke Aaron’s growing cock, Bran pulled out devastatingly slowly, before ramming himself back into me. Jack held me steady as my pussy clenched around him. They were only beginning and I already felt like I wouldn’t be able to walk after all of this was over. Between steadily pumping at Aaron with my hands and riding Bran’s massive cock, my world was reduced to just me and them, a curvy wanton woman such as myself and three devilishly sexy werebears.

Just when I was getting up a good rhythm, I felt Aaron withdraw, a slight frown crossing my face until Bran began thrusting again, lowering me slowly into the dirt of the cave so I could ride him.

I couldn’t help but be a little self-conscious – I’d always been a little skeptical about being on top, a little shy about my size. But the way Bran was looking at me, I almost didn’t care anymore.
He looked…happy
. What’s more, he looked…ravenous – as if drinking in my curves was the best thing in the world.

Relaxing a little, I eased down onto him, feeling his cock press into me so deeply I thought I would burst. Letting out a mewling growl of pleasure and resignation, I lifted myself up just a little, and then slid back down his throbbing shaft, loving every moment of delicious friction it brought me. I wasn’t alone for long, however.

With a surprised squeak, I suddenly felt a warm, wet hand caressing somewhere I’d never been touched before – my tight little asshole. Thoughts and resignations flew through my mind in a second – he wasn’t going to put it
there
, was he?
Would it even fit?
But another part within me, the
beast
within me, rumbled with approval and anticipation, knowing that I needed this become whole again.
All three of them. At once.